Sobbing and working all the day,
I took back my hands from the clay,
looking at the setting sun, I wished a pray,
”may this sun never rise the next day”.
These were not mere bricks I made,
but my dreams buried in clay,
tired of master’s persecutions,
tightly grabbing my pay, I took my way.
I was the one to feed the family once a day
my eyes watched children busy in play
coming back from their tuitions of the day
a tear scrolled from my eye and my heart sank in dismay.
I thought to leave everything ,
but the rent of the house,
was yet to pay ,
so I kept moving on my way.
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